The Treatment

Constance sat in the waiting room with her husband, Kevin. It was all Kevin's idea. He had been insistent that she needed help. She didn't know if that was really the case, but she had come to admit that things might have gone too far. Though, could you really blame her?

Until recently, her sex life could be deeply frustrating. There were times when it was really good. Yet, there were times when she had felt frustration at how hard it had been to achieve release.

Then the miracle had arrived.

She had found a freedom that she had never thought possible. She had gone from needing an hour plus to achieve release down to thirty minutes. The longer she had kept using the cream, the shorter the time she had needed became.

She could now manage a quick orgasm in just under ten minutes. Moreover, there was no longer any real danger in edging herself. Before, delaying release had been a risky endeavor. There was always the possibility that she might wait too long, causing the elusive O to become like a needle hidden in the proverbial pile of manure. Now, those fears were a distant, yet all too painful, memory. She could edge herself for thirty or forty minutes and end in toe-curling, spine-tingling explosion of bliss.

Was it any surprise, then, that she took every opportunity she had to seek all the orgasms she could find. She sought them like a kid searching for eggs on Easter morning. She had been given a gift she had never thought possible.

She enjoyed intercourse with Keven so much more, now. She still couldn't get release from just penetration; but, now, it only took a couple of minutes to finish herself with a vibe after sex. She felt liberated.

Kevin had been happy with the sex, too. He still was. He didn't feel shy and bashful about suggesting sex like he had before. Neither did he have to ask as Constance suggested it far more often than she ever had before. She most often accomplished this without words. She would reach over and squeeze his crotch or plop a barefoot in his lap, knowing his foot fetish would win him over.

Yet, for the first time in his life, Kevin was beyond sexually fulfilled. He found himself missing the evenings where sex had been a vaporous idea that he knew would not solidify. Now, instead of watching two or three hours of a television series together, their evenings were punctuated with alone time for Constance.

At first, he hadn't begrudged her this newfound hobby. How long, after all, had he spent surfing porn in the early years of their marriage, while she slept alone in bed? But, now, he just wanted her to slow down a little. He wanted to do other things with her besides just sex. Oh, how ironic he knew that thought to be.

"Constance Yerening." The receptionist called, popping her head out of the door. "This way please."

She led the couple to a small office, showing them to a pair of chairs in front of a no-nonsense, Spartan like desk.

"The Master will be with you shortly. But, first you need to drink this to help prepare you for the session." She said, offering a Constance a Dixie cup half filled with a light-blue, translucent liquid. "That solution will help get your body ready for the session. Don't worry it's safe and required."

The last words had come out curtly with a tone of command, cutting off any questions Constance might have been about to ask.

Constance downed the drink in two quick swallows before she had the chance to think better of it. She had come to receive treatment. They were probably already on the hook for the cost of the session. There was no point trying to back out now.

Kevin was glad to see that Constance was not putting up a fight. He hadn't been sure if she would go through with it or not until he had seen her drink the contents of the cup. He had been worried that the $200 he had already prepaid, for the one-hour session, would be a loss. He had also been worried that any hope, of curing Constance's sex obsession, would go up in smoke along with the money.

Kevin had suggested the cream to Constance. He knew she sometimes had difficulty reaching orgasm. So, he had taken to the online world. After just a little reading, he had come across the mention of a cream called 'Scream Cream'. Further research had showed him that this cream had worked for some women in clinical trials. The cream contained Sildenafil (the active ingredient in Viagra), Arginine and Theophylline. It was supposed to increase the blood flow to the clitoris and increase its sensitivity.

Kevin had broached the subject to Constance. She had been skeptical. She had been hesitant to think that some cream would magically make things better, thinking it was probably like those sex potions and pills you could find in every convenience store. Kevin had persisted, reminding her this wasn't just snake oil. It had been tested in actual clinical trials and had been proven to increase arousal. Constance had given in.

The result had been nothing short of miraculous. The cream had worked on the first try. It hadn't miraculously made her cum in seconds like you would read in some whackoff fantasy, but it had made it better. And with repeated use, things had continued to get better and then they had gotten way better.

And that was, apparently, the problem. Kevin had been worried that his wife was becoming, unhealthily addicted to sex. Constance had come to agree that she might have been taking things a bit too far. And that was why they were here -- to get her treated.

"How are you feeling?" Kevin asked his wife.

They had been sitting in the office chairs for about five minutes.

"Scared. What do you think?" She said, a bit more snidely than she had meant. "Nervous. And and tingly. Oh..."

"I already feel tingling down there." Constance said, blushing. "That stuff really works."

"It'll be alright." He said. "I'll be with you the whole time. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

At just that moment, a tall man with short, dark hair entered the room, taking a seat behind the desk. The man was wearing a maroon bathrobe. It was the sort you would expect to find hanging in the bathroom, if you were staying at a four-star hotel.

"The sildenafil solution should be starting to take effect. In liquid form it is much faster working than the pills." He began, smiling at them from across the desk.

"As we discussed over the phone, I will be bringing Constance to multiple forced orgasms. If at any point either of you decides we are done then you just need to say the safe word, 'red'. You did agree, though, in the email that you leave everything that happens to my discretion. So, if you chose to stop then we are done. You will get dressed and leave. I do not have time to play games. I am not here to convince you to do things my way. Is that understood?"

Both Constance and Kevin, nodded.

Constance's pussy had begun to leak at the Master's words. No, that isn't right. It wasn't the words. It was the authority and confidence behind the words. As she had nodded, Constance couldn't wrap her mind around the thought that within minutes she, no they, would be completely under his power.

Kevin was overawed by the authority the Master projected. He had read that the Master was one of the best at dommes in the region. He was, now, seeing first hand why.

"You both, now, will follow me into the playspace." The Master said, standing up. "Once inside you will both need to strip. Inside, you will find a bench that looks almost like the weight benches you would find in a gym. You will also see a chair facing the bench. Kevin, you are to sit in the chair; Constance, you are to lie on the bench with your feet on the floor. You will both then be restrained."

"What!?" Kevin demanded, standing up. "What do you mean?"

This had not been part of the deal. He was supposed to only be there to support his wife. He was going to demand his money back. This was some twisted game that this man was trying to play with them.

"You are part of the treatment." The Master said, calmly, yet sternly. "Your presence is to offer her support. But, you cannot be interfering in the process. So, you must also be restrained."

The Master smiled a deep, dark smile at the man who was about to place his sweet, petite, blond wife into the Master's hands.

"Do not worry. You will enjoy it almost as much as her. And remember both of you have the safe word. My profession hinges on the safe word. Consent is everything. I will not do anything without consent. Now that all of the questions have been asked and answered, follow me."

Holding his wife's hand, Kevin stood up and followed the Master. Kevin wasn't quite sure what questions the Master had been referring to, but it was clear from his tone that whatever little Q&A had occurred was all that was going to occur.

The treatment had been Kevin's idea. He didn't know what the technical term for it was or even if it had a name. The idea was that too much of a good thing is no longer a good thing. He had gotten the idea from the television show, The Waltons.

In one of the episodes, Ben Walton was caught smoking by Grandpa Walton. Instead of punishing him, Grandpa told him to smoke up. He kept making Ben smoke until it made him sick, teaching Ben a lesson about smoking by getting him to associate it with the bad feeling of being sick. Now Kevin knew that neither Grandpa Walton nor the writers of the show were behavior therapist. But the idea had stuck. Or so that is what he told himself in Constance. Deep down they both, probably, knew that it was the kink of the idea that had drawn them here.

The play space -- or rather dungeon, because that was what it really was -- was breath-taking. The room was easily thirty feet long and twenty wide. There were tables. There were benches. There were harasses. There were webs of straps everywhere. One of the long walls was covered in whips, paddles, blades and a myriad of sex toys, each hanging from its own hook on the wall.

Not wanting to earn the ire of the Master, both Constance and Kevin began undressing as soon as the Master had stopped beside the bench and table he had, earlier, described to them.

"It will be alright." Kevin said to his wife as removed his underwear and socks. He didn't know if she believed it or not. He didn't know if he believed. He had said the words to try to convince himself.

Constance shivered as she finished undressing by removing her bra and very wet panties. That serum had really done a number on her.

"Each of you please take your assigned position." The Master ordered.

As Kevin sat down, the tall receptionist entered the room. Before, she had been dressed in professional scrubs with no-nonsense shoes, the kind you would see nurses and orderlies wear in any hospital. Kevin hadn't really paid her much attention. Now, she was in a blood-red teddy. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings. On her feet were four and a half-inch, spiked, open-toed heels. Her toes were painted the same blood-red as the lingerie. Kevin's cock stood to attention as he settled into the chair.

"Charity will be assisting with the session." The Master said as he knelt to begin attaching the straps secure Constance to the bench.

Kevin's cock hardened as he watched his wife's chest rise and fall. He could see the blush spread across her chest, a clear sign that her arousal was continuing to build up.

Constance felt her pussy leaking fluid like a bad radiator. She also felt almost instant frustration. The Master had secured her legs in such a that she could not squeeze them together. For the moment, she was left with no way to initiate contact with her labia or clitoris. With her arms now secured above her head, Constance was completely at the mercy of the Master.

Kevin felt a strap being tightened around his left wrist before he realized what was happening. He had been so distracted by the Master tying up his wife that he hadn't noticed Charity approaching him.

The complaint he had been about to let loose, died in his chest. He had to endure for Constance's sake. It was the Master in charge. He had to trust the man's reputation.

Once Kevin had been completely secured to the chair, the master retrieved a cylindrical jar from a nearby table. The jar looked like the sort you would find hair cream in.

"This is a specially formulated cream." The Master began. "In your emails, you said you were using 'Scream Cream'. This solution is imported from Europe. It is ten times more effective."

Charity had slipped on a pair of latex gloves, while the Master had been speaking. She now dipped two fingers into the jar, scooping out a walnut sized dollop of the cream. Kneeling between Constance's bound legs, she began smearing the cream all of the bound woman's vuvla.

"Make sure you get it all around the lips and clitoris." The Master instructed

After standing, the assistance approached Kevin. Dipping just one finger into the jar, she removed a smaller amount, which she then applied to his cock and balls.

"This cream is made for women. But it is safe for men too. I think it only fair that you experience a little of what she is feeling." A devilish gleam hinted in his eyes.

"Now as we wait for the cream to take effect", the Master said, turning back to Constance. "Suck my cock slut!"

The Master's robe dropped on the word slut, revealing a nine-inch, uncircumcised monster hanging between his legs. It had to be almost as think as Constance's wrist. Kevin's own, respectable, six and half-inch, penis was dwarfed by it.

"What, no? That wasn't part of the deal." Kevin cried, trying to free himself from the chair.

"The deal was that I force your wife to have multiple orgasms through whatever means I see fit. Now we can stop if you say the word. But I don't think you want your wife to miss out on what is coming."

Kevin slunk back into the chair as the Master approached Constance's face. She opened her mouth, greedily, as the Master slapped his cock against her lips. The Master pulled back the foreskin on his penis. Constance, teasingly, licked the tip of the monster cock, eliciting a grown from the Master.

The Master began working the tip of his cock into her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, managing to let the tip almost fill her mouth. Closing her lips around the shaft, she sucked desperately. Her tongue swirled around the bottom of the cock. Constance hoped that if she got him hard enough then he would touch her pussy with a fingertip, at least.

Her eyes watered and she gagged as the Master forced the cock into her throat. He pulled back some, allowing her a few seconds to collect herself, before forcing his cock into her throat again. He repeated this over and over.

Kevin watched in awe as the large cock split his wife's mouth open. He loved it when Constance deep-throated him, but he could fathom how that fat thing was inexorably, slinking its way into her throat. Yet, he could see the bulge in her neck, where it was doing just that. Kevin could not believe how mentally aroused he was by the sight of his wife sucking on another man's cock. It had never been a fantasy of his before. He knew the cream was starting to do its thing to his cock. He could feel it beginning to pulse harder. But that did not explain the total mind-fuck he was getting as Constance managed to gobble 6 of the nine inches.

Kevin was so intent on watching his wife that he did not notice the slight pressure that was pushing up from the seat of the chair into his anus. It wasn't until the tip of the dildo pushed its way passed his sphincter ring that Kevin realized the situation he was in. The chair he was in was clearly no ordinary chair. He let out a loud gasp of surprise. He shuttered as he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop the invasion short of using the word that would end all of this. He knew that he couldn't do that. He endured as the dildo was forced deeper into his ass.

It seemed 6 was going to be her limit. The Master pulled his cock all the way out, then slapped it gently across the side of her face. He had sensed that the woman was reaching her limits. Besides, the gasp that her husband had let out a moment ago was the signal that things were ready for the next stage,

He stepped back from the woman, addressing Kevin. "I see you noticed our little surprise."

While the Master focused on Kevin, Charity began adjusting the bench.

"You see Kevin, you are not the only one who sent in some scene requests." The Master grinned at the bound man. "When your wife sent in her consent form, she requested that we make the session a little more interactive for you. If she was going to cum then you should have the same opportunity. But, you shouldn't be able to do it yourself. If she was going to be fucked, then you should be fucked too."

The dildo had stopped pushing into him. It seemed it had bottomed out. As soon as the inward pressure stopped, the dildo began to vibrate and rotate. After another minute or so, it began to thrust in and out, slightly, no more than half an inch. Kevin's cock began oozing pre-cum.

"There is more planned for you. But let's not ruin the surprise." The Master said, smirking slyly. "Besides, they are ready."

The bench had been transformed in the intervening minutes. It was now leaning up at a seventy-degree angle. The part of the bench Constance's ass had lain on was now folded back, leaving room for a small stool that had a saddle-like seat perched upon it. Her arms were held taught above her head, pulling her breasts up and out.

A shot of pre-cum forcefully ejected from Kevin's penis as he realized what the saddle device was: a Sybian machine. He knew Constance had often fantasized about riding one, which was why he had suggested it as one of the devices to use on her. He was very glad to see that the Master had chosen it as the first one.

"Tell me you want me to abuse your pussy." The Master command Constance.

"I want you to abuse my pussy." Constance mewed in reply.

SWAT!

The riding crop came down hard, stinging the tip of Constance's right nipple.

They had been so intent upon the Master and the impending sexual assault by the machine that neither of them had seen Charity approaching from the side, riding crop in hand.

"You say Yes Master or No Master." The Master seethed at her. His voice had gone from sternly commanding to homicidal in a split second. "The next infraction will be ten swats for both of you. Now say it again properly."

"Ye... I want you to abuse my pussy, Master." Constance stuttered out the words. Her pussy ached with desire. Her whole body was on fire with desire. She knew that, in this moment, she belonged to this man completely.

Charity adjusted the stool until the Sybian saddle was seated tightly between Constance's pussy lips. The click of a button was followed by the low humming sound of the machine on its lowest setting.

Constance had felt a deep throbbing in her oversensitive pussy the instant the machine had contacted it. When the machine was turned on, she was temporarily overpowered by it. Without consciously thinking about it, she began to grind slowly into the machine.

"I see my little bitch-slut likes it." The Master drawled, a glint in his eyes.

Kevin's own cock was bursting at the seams. His cock felt like you did when you squeezed into a too small pair of pants then tried to bend over in them. He craved touch more than he felt the need to breath. His cock bounced around as it released two quick squirts; the anal dildo was doing its job.

For the next ten minutes both Constance and Kevin suffered.

They had both received ten swats, she on her tits and he on his balls, when Constance had failed to thank the Master after her first orgasm. Never mind that she had not been instructed to say thank you.

When her count had reached 13 - the Master had, kindly, informed her after the ten swats that she was to count them as well as thank him - the machine, which was on a setting somewhere between low and the max, clicked off.

Constance panted, trying to catch her breath. She sagged against the restraints.

"Now Kevin." The Master returned his attention to the man. "Constance tells me that you are very turned on by women's feet. Charity is going to help you out with that. But unfortunately for you, she is a Cum-Miser. My pet name for her is Un-Charity. She will do everything to make sure you do not cum."

The Master smirked at Kevin, power and control beaming out of his eyes. "Of course, she is motivated to make sure you don't cum. She is punished for any orgasm she gives without my permission. And you don't have it."

The dildo had stopped its ministrations a minute or two earlier. At first, Kevin hadn't realized that it had stopped. His ass had been so alive with vibrations that his anus had continued to pulse even with the dildo switched off.

As the Master turned his attention to adjusting the bench Constance was strapped to, Charity placed a bare foot -- the fishnets had been removed at some point, though Kevin did not know when, on Kevin's right thigh, just inches from his cock and balls. The sight of her pale, size-eight, foot with long narrow toes, each topped with blood-red polish, caused Kevin's cock to spasm, releasing two more squirts of cum. If anyone could orgasm from visual stimulation alone, Kevin thought he would do it right now.

Placing her other foot on his other thigh as she stepped up, Charity said. "Don't you dare cum, boy."

She reached up, grabbing a pair of metal rings, similar in size to those you see in gymnastics, to support herself. Holding onto the rings, she lifted one foot and smushed it into his face. "Worship it, boy."

Kevin furiously began licking her toes and the balls of her foot. The foot was quickly removed from his face. It was immediately replaced by a sharp pain in the groin as the saliva coated foot slammed into his balls.

Had he not been restrained, Kevin would have doubled over in agony. He was still in wretched pain, but he couldn't grasp his throbbing balls. He shook and shivered as the waves of torment crashed over him. He heard a click and felt the dildo receding from his anus. A dull, aching, emptiness now competed with the horrid pain.

The foot was once more placed at his mouth. "You will worship it tenderly like its your god."

Numbly, Kevin obeyed. The pain was still there, but the bliss of serving the beautiful foot of this goddess was taking the edge off of it. Worshipfully, he twirled his tongue in between each of her toes. He could taste and smell the light aroma of her feet. It was not an over-powering odor, for which he was grateful as smelly feet were not his thing. His cock, which had softened considerably, stiffened to its full size. After a minute or two, she swapped her right foot for the left. Kevin nuzzled it gently, teasing her toes like they were clits.

Another few minutes passed and the foot was removed. He didn't get the right one back to kiss, though. Instead, he felt it step onto his cock, crushing it into his abdomen. Charity just held it there as if unsure what to do next.

The indecision from this previously confident and haughty woman perplexed Kevin. He soon understood why.

"Continue bitch!" The Master roared.

"But he's too excited. I can't." Charity pleaded with the Master.

"Now!" The rage the Master had showed earlier dwindled in the light of this new fire.

Still hanging tightly to the rings, Charity lifted her left foot, placing it firmly upon Kevin's face. The arch of her foot covered his mouth, while the toes of her foot spread around his nose.

"Lick it boy." She commanded, her voice full of resignation.

Kevin stuck out his tongue, giving her arch one gentle lick.

His cock exploded in orgasm. He quickly lost track of the number of spurts as his whole body quivered in bliss. The bliss was short lived. It was replaced by intense pain as Charity began to forcefully kick his cock and balls repeatedly with her right foot."

Kevin howled in pain, his mouth trying to form the word, 'red', that might save him, when the Master called out. "Cease."

Charity froze with her foot in mid-swing. She stood there frozen until the Master powerfully yanked her to the ground. A hard smack echoed across her face as he struck her with the palm of his hand.

"I.. I am sorry Master", she pleaded, tears in her eyes. "But he came."

"And you will be punished for that. And you will receive a double punishment for violating the safety of our clients. Now with me. Stimulate her tits."

Kevin sat dazed as the fuck machine was readied to penetrate Constance.

Constance had been in bliss as she watched the other woman tease and edge her husband. She had seen the fear in Charity's eyes when the Master had commanded her to place her foot on Kevin's face. She had seen the pain, fear and anger in Charity's face as Kevin's cock spurted over and over. She had quivered from the howls of pain coming from her husband. Rather than damping her desire, those cries had intensified it.

Constance didn't know what sort of punishment the woman had waiting for her. But, she shuddered with dread at the unfathomable ordeal that awaited the other woman.

Then there was no time to think about anything else as the tip of a dildo was pushed into her pussy. The pumping began immediately as the cock shoved in and out of her pussy.

"Ugh!" Constance moaned as the assault began in earnest. The cock pushed in and out in long, steady four-inch strokes. In just mere minutes, she cried out as the next orgasm took her.

Panting, she cried out, "Fourteen. Thank you Master."

As she reached orgasm number 18, a second dildo was placed at the entry to her anus. It began thrusting into her, using the same long strokes as the other. Yet, its pace was counter to the one in her pussy. When the cock in her pussy was pulling out, the other one was entering her ass, and vice versa. It was as if she were being tugged back and forth between two lovers.

Orgasm 24, was followed with a "th thank...."

After that the orgasms blended together, each one seeming to roll into the other without end. Constance lost the ability to count or really even to perceive anything happening around her. The bliss and the pain, for there was some pain involved in getting no break from cumming, wove together. The minutes slipped by, the machines were switched off, the dildos were removed, and Constance was unbound. She lay on the bench in a puddle of primordial ooze. It was several minutes later when the moans of her husband found their way into the nerve endings of her brain.

Kevin had watched raptly, his cock throbbing repeatedly, as his wife was brought into orgasmic bliss. His earlier orgasm and the subsequent pain and agony had down nothing to tamp down his desire.

"I apologize for Charity. She will be severely punished." The Master said after he had finished releasing Constance from her bondage.

"But I have an offer for you. Call it a peace offering." The Master's lips played at a smirk. "I am sure you would love to get a footjob, complete with orgasm, from those lovely little feet. All you have to do is suck my cock."

The jerk and squirt from the other man's cock was the only answer the Master needed. He knew this man would submit. The man might play the straight guy for a minute or two. The Master might need to get Charity to give the other man a taste of the footjob he had wanting. But, all of those things would happen to comfort the man, to hide from the man that he really desired, that he really craved, that he had a deep need to service the Master.